don't make me wear a skirt

Liperson looked at Lytle in relief: "Am I going to be spanked?"

After all, he was only eight years old, still an innocent age.

Lytle patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, why would I spank your ass? Take a bath, eat a meal, and lie comfortably on the bed."

The butler gave two smirks and left with the two children.

He Cha was surprised: "Are you assured of putting them in the hands of the steward?"

"What are you afraid of?" Lytle snorted triumphantly, "The butler is easy to deceive at first glance, otherwise why didn't he realize that I am not Popton?"

Hecha felt reasonable.

In fact, Miss Lanney is easy to recognize. When she walks, she likes to sway from side to side, like a duckling. Her waist is very thin, making her hips stick out.

Aina also has such a figure, and it is very comfortable when hugged.

I just cried a lot, my eyes were swollen, and I opened my mouth to bite people if I couldn't struggle. Unfortunately, my body was too sensitive, and it softened into a puddle of water when I moved. I couldn't use any strength at all, just like a kitten scratching people.

They are obviously two people, how can they be so similar?

He had already told Little Aina that if he dared to come back again, he would never have a chance to escape, so he would tie Lan Ni by his side.

Because he suspected that Miss Lani was Aina.

Is the little fellow pretending to be the Count of Omans' daughter in order to marry him?

Marry him, there is nothing less to do.

Is this a gift from Earl Omans?

As a gift, Lytle, who didn't know it, returned to the starting point in three steps and two steps - the living room where Popton was tied up.

"We've got to spend the night here."

Hecha pondered his words carefully: "Us?"

"Yes." Lytle took it for granted.

How could he forget that there was a huge matchmaker mole lying under the bed?If the matchmaker had untied the rope to meet him face to face in the middle of the night, Hecha would have come in handy.

This is called fighting poison with poison, Lytle thought happily.

Fortunately, although the butler was on duty, the other servants did not enter the bedroom casually, and Popton stayed under the bed in good order. He was already awake, and was writhing violently trying to get rid of the rope.

Hou Hou, how could his professional binding technique give people a chance to break free?

Lytle was very proud, and this went back to a year ago, when the old housekeeper punished him for herding the sheep. At the beginning, in order to prevent the sheep from running away, he tied up all the small animals and dragged them away. , that is, several of them are sick.

The old butler was so angry that his beard stood on end.

Then he was bound to meet Duke Hecha...no more.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Seeing the familiar clothes, the old cavalry immediately realized that someone had impersonated him!

Lytle removed the mask, revealing half of his face, and then took it back: "Hello, dear matchmaker mole, we met again, although we just met before you passed out."

Popton has never met such a bold woman. He is respected and feared in this city. Except for Viscount Belida, who would dare to offend and disobey him? !

Now, this woman not only let him lie naked on the dirty floor, but even wore his clothes and pulled a little lover to love me at some point.

Popton's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

The teeth of this matchmaker mole were still very yellow. Lytle sniffed it hard and found that his mouth also had a faint unknown smell. He patted his chest, but fortunately he was not kissed, otherwise it would be another kind of torture.

"This guy also has bad breath!" Lytle slapped his nose under his nose and jumped away in disgust.

"Mmmmm!" Popton blushed.

"Why are you using it?" Hecha asked.

yes.Lytle blinked, why did he use it?Does anyone else have bad breath?

"This is my language error." Soon Lytle stopped thinking about unanswered questions: "Should we ask him some questions?"

Hecha pulled the rag out of his mouth.

"Help——!" Popton let out a heart-piercing scream.

Hecha quickly stuffed it back.

The butler opened the door and asked anxiously, "Sir, are you okay...?"

Four pairs of eyes faced each other in the room.

The next moment, the housekeeper shifted his gaze to the heavily tied man, with countless greetings flashing on his forehead.

Popton looked expectantly at his confidant with pleading eyes.

The butler's expression turned serious.

Popton was overjoyed.

Lytle's heart was running as fast as lightning and thunder, and he considered tying up the butler together as a companion for the matchmaker mole.

The butler covered his mouth: "God, who is he? Why did he break into your bedroom?!"

He didn't recognize it?

Lytle was overjoyed.

Popton said angrily, "Mhmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Lytle straightened his back immediately, and said slowly, "It's your fault."

The butler thought of something, and his face turned pale.

Lytle's voice slowly darkened: "Because you left the post temporarily, my woman suddenly disappeared, and even an ugly monster appeared on the bed."

"The new woman is missing?" the butler looked around.

"Don't look at it." Lytle coughed and said seriously: "Your task now is to find that woman and bring her back, instead of standing still and dumbfounded."

"Then he...?" The butler looked at Popton.

Lytle supported the mask: "I want to interrogate him myself."

"Mmmmm!" Popton tried to find a sense of existence.

Lytle massaged his face with the upper of his shoe, and said with a smile, "Go ahead."

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper bowed slightly, then closed the door and left.

Popton's rag was taken off again, and he opened his mouth wide to call for help a second time.

Lytle sneered: "Scream, scream, and no one will come to rescue you even if you break your throat."

"I don't have bad breath!" Popton panted.

"You can't smell something like bad breath." Lytle kindly reminded: "Stop fooling yourself."

After the reminder, he nudged the guy next to him with his elbow, indicating that it was time to ask.

He Cha evoked a faint smile, and lightly pressed on his waist, successfully attracting glaring eyes through the mask.

Lytle covered his butt with one hand and his waist with the other, looking nervous.

Hecha didn't seem to notice his small movements, and after pinching several times, he silently retracted his hand. When the smile dissipated, there was a piercing coldness in his blue eyes: "Are you doing an experiment?"

Popton's palms overflowed with cold sweat, and he quickly regained his composure.

So what if they know?

The entire city belongs to Viscount Belidada. To put it more broadly, most of this area is in the hands of Earl Omans, unless it is reported to Duke Hecha, who usually knows the secret, Even Breganit can't get out, let alone go to Moyevia to tell Duke Hecha.

Popton showed a sly smile: "No matter who sent you, it's useless. Lord Viscount will not allow any fly to fly out of the city."

Hecha stroked his chin: "It turned out to be Belida's instructions."

Popton followed the truth that the more you say, the less you do, the less you do, and you shut your mouth.

"What are those medicines for?" He Cha knelt down and asked again.

Popton remained silent.

Hecha spread his hands.

Lytle offered the potion emitting green light in a desperate manner. This kind of coercion and temptation is the most favorite scene to watch.

Oh, it wasn't him that the premise threatened.

"Since you refuse to tell, you are of no value." Hecha opened the bottle cap and said with a smile, "Why don't you try the medicine for us, and observe the transformation process after drinking it."

Popton's eyeballs popped out, and he swallowed: "Don't try to fool me with something green."

"What did you say?" Hecha poured a drop on the floor calmly, and the scorched smoke and bubbles spread two feet away from Popton's head.

Lytle could clearly see a stream of cold sweat on the matchmaker's forehead, and her lips trembled.

Hecha reached out and pinched his chin: "At this time, you can call Belida, and see if your deep friendship will make him come to rescue you suddenly."

Totally impossible!Belida is still enjoying wine and women at his estate!

Seeing that the potion was about to slip into his mouth, Hecha stopped again.

Popton breathed a sigh of relief.

Before exhaling the other half of his breath, Hecha said softly, "Since the potion is corrosive, let's start with your hand first, how about we proceed step by step?"

"Step by step?!" Popton's teeth chattered.

"We have a lot of time, so we can take our time." Hecha pulled his hand out of the rope: "Let's start with this hand first."

Lytle buried himself in several deadlocks he had made.

This guy!How to crack his superb binding technology? !

Lytle was puzzled.

Popton suppressed the fear in his heart, and sneered: "You are just testing and intimidating me, you dare not really do anything to me, paper tiger—ahhhhhhh!!!"

Lytle looked up at the guy's fingers, and it seemed that there was no damage?What is it called so miserable?

"It's Viscount Belida." Popton burst into tears: "He has to hand over a certain amount of medicine to Earl Omans every year, woo woo woo..."

He Cha stood up: "Go ahead."

Popton sobbed and said, "Rich, the factories outside the rich area are all pharmaceutical manufacturing industries. That thing is too toxic, and the heads of people who get close will become bigger and bigger as the debris is removed. Then the pain was unbearable all night, and finally the skin around the neck rotted little by little, turning into a ghost-like appearance."

Lytle expressed his dissatisfaction with his reservations: "Hmph. There are more than one kind of monster in your cellar."

Popton lowered his eyes and continued, "Well, that's something offered by a man from a slum, Bolun. The Viscount found it useful, so he planned to mass-produce it together."

He Cha frowned: "Where is Bo Lun?"

Popton shrank his neck: "This guy contradicted Viscount Belidada, and he has been fed the potion that makes people crazy and is still in the cellar..."

Hecha showed his face: "If there is a chance, I have to meet this Viscount lord to catch up on the old days."